District and Circle
This collection had a few gems (for example, Helmet, The Tollund Man in Springtime, or The Blackbird of Glanmore), ...more
Some of my favorite moments:
“The strongest of the world’s
to be going on with.”
“Hay being coaxed in handfuls from a ruck.”
“Q. Do you renounce the world?
A. I do renounce it.”
“every warm, mouth-watering word of mouth.”
“she was in the swim of herself.”
“For the splitter-splatter
guttering rain-flirt leaves.”
“Think of dark matter in the starlit coalhouse.”
Critics describe Heaney's newest book of poetry as original, startling, authentic, even supernatural__and his strongest collection in two decades. Reminiscent of his earliest collections in its earth-and-labor-centered vision, this volume is all the wiser with hindsight. While displaying a similar sensitivity toward humans, the same lyricism (a subway strap is "a stubby black roof-wort"), and a familiar down-to-earth attitude, District and Circle also asks questions about our impact on Earth. L...more
Stella alla finestra.
Uccello o ramo?
O l’affilatura e la folata dell’acciaio sul placido ghiaccio?
Non i pattini senza stivaletti caduti
nella polvere di una bacheca,
gli attacchi svaniti,
ma il loro vorticare sul Windermere ghiacciato
mentre sfrecciava dalla presa della terra lungo una svolta
Gara di taglio
Da fuori tonfi d'ascia
come un battere d'onde
sul traghetto notturno:
a cui m'attacco, stacco,
Sun on ice,
on reed and bush,
the bridge-iron cast
in an Advent silence
I drove across,
-- from Nonce Words
And there's lots of Ireland in it. It's hard not to at least like most of the poems. But then bits like Fiddleheads make you wonder if he's just filling space, just phoning it in.
"So deeper into it, crowd-swept, strap-hanging,/ My lofted arm a-swivel like a flail,/ My father's glazed face in my own waning/ And craning..."
"District and Circle", last section). And Hughes's sense of the natural, rural world, meshed with the internal, as in: "My heavy head. Bronze-buffed. Eat to the ground./ My eye at turf level. Its snailskin l ...more
If you're looking for a place to start with Heaney though, Death of a Naturalist is a much better place to begin.
Interesting poems with a quaint take on the everyday. Borrowing from both his childhood during WWII and contemporary life, Heaney has a completely fresh and colloquial relationship with language here. Some of the poems get too tangled up in wordplay, but never fail to keep you intrigued.